A beautiful and light flower, does the stone dare to compete with the front?
Slow words are beautiful and delicious. Yang Fei was born in Di's family.
But look:
Feminine, charming and seductive. No powder, natural beauty; No fake decoration, light and weak are allowed. Eyebrows like green mountains, eyes like autumn water. Half-open lips and white teeth are as shameful as white jade; When the apricot face was cocked, Jin Wei was shocked by dark clouds. Sakura mouth bamboo rhyme silk sound, jade hand slender bamboo shoots; Swallowtail Phoenix Flying Garden, Lotus Nana Qiu Ling. Just like the moon girl came to the world, just like the fairy came to the world.
A woman is very beautiful, how can she be seen? There is praise as evidence:
Hair like hibiscus and blue silk face, nose like fear and ears like bow. The cherry mouth contains broken jade, and the heaven is full of pavilions. The faint spring mountain is delicate, and the exquisite autumn water is smart. Dressed in cloth, the lotus under the skirt twisted the sleeves of the cow shirt and swallowed the wrist, with fingers like onions. It's really like holding your heart to practice calligraphy, but you can't draw it with a brush.
Handsome and dignified. Furong's face is light and reddish, and her eyebrows are light green. Pale green sleeves, deep cage with the delicate jade Xun; Hunan skirt swaying, golden lotus half exposed. If you suspect that falling geese sink fish, why use Zhu Fu powder!
Mrs. Yihua's dress: dark green moth, crow yellow half forehead. The butterfly skirt should not be too long or too short, and the phoenix skirt should be wide at the top and narrow at the bottom. Waist like a willow, golden steps sow green pearls; Curly hair is like a cloud, and the jade is scratched. Snow suddenly changed back to color and was silent; The mountains in spring are full of tenderness and beauty. Vaguely, it is the beauty of Yueguo, tactfully and lightly; Absolutely superior to Zhao's virtue, gorgeous and charming, radiant and fascinating.
It' s really' looking back, the sixth house of makeup faded into nothing'. "
That woman:
A mink hat seems to be inserted into Zhao Jun; Apricot face and peach cheeks are not inferior to the former Jia. The lips are moving and a cherry is opened; White teeth tilted slightly, revealing two lines of broken jade. Xiang's skirt is very tight, just like in martial arts; The golden lotus is slow and muddy as a nun in Pengdao.
The beauty of the imperial concubine lies in:
The fat is too red, the powder is too white, the increase is too long, and the decrease is too short. It looks rich, but it is actually very light, extremely exquisite and self-indulgent. Allow Hu Di, indeed as expected America laguna.
What does this woman look like? But look:
The cloud bun hangs low, the eyes turn oblique, the mouth is like Zhu Fu, and the face is like powder. Fight small waist, move Pan Fei lotus step.
Colored clothes embroidered clothes, vaguely group of Yushan; Yurun Zhu Han is indeed a fairy in Penglai. Motome in the Louvre has no light, and fairies along the river won't let it.
Exactly: Heaven wants to save Coco Lee, and the fairy is really down.
When I saw that woman, I saw that she was born:
As beautiful as pearls and jadeite, as light as smoke. Eyebrows like spring mountains, eyes like autumn water. Tears are wet and fragrant, but they are like pear flowers with rain; Sob and cry, like Inger turning to Qiaolin.
The whole thing is: My body is the same as weak willow, and Jiao Jiao vermicelli is better than hibiscus.
But seeing her:
Green moth, crow yellow half forehead. The butterfly love flower skirt is not short, and the phoenix skirt is wide and narrow. The waist is like a willow, and the golden step shakes the jade and sings the beads; The sideburns are like clouds, and the jade scratches the head. Yi Yi said nothing, as if he liked the beautiful scenery of Yuezhou; Giving up family ties is definitely superior to Zhao Jiahe's virtue. Brilliant and charming, radiant and charming. It was a smiling look back, and the powder and paint of the Sixth Palace faded into nothingness.
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